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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Hobbit_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Thorin/Legolas, thranduil/Fili
  Character:
      Thorin, Fíli, Legolas, Thranduil, Balin, Thráin_I, Oropher
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      Post_BoFA, Alternate_Universe_-_Everyone_Lives/Nobody_Dies, Rape/Non-con
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      Published: 2015-11-09 Completed: 2016-01-07 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 9071
****** The Royal Exchange ******
by mjeanuniverse
Summary
     After the BOFA, the dwarves of Erebor and the elves of the Woodland
     Realm reestablish an ancient ritual between the two kings and their
     crown princes- the royal exchange.
Notes
     Warning: Descriptions of past rape/non consensual sex.
***** Thorin, a word, please? *****
Chapter Summary
     Thorin and Thranduil decide to reestablish an ancient tradition
     between the dwarves of Erebor and the elves of the Woodland realm.
Chapter Notes
     The fact that Oropher was Thranduil's father and that Thrain I had
     first lead the dwarves to the Lonely Mountain is canon, all the rest
     is NOT.
A year to the day after the Battle of Five Armies, the elves of the Woodland
Realm and the dwarves of Erebor are celebrating the victory of a year ago and
the rekindling of an age old friendship between dwarves and elves. Thorin, the
new and rightful King Under the Mountain, and Thranduil, the lord and ruler of
the Greenwood have decided to reinstate a tradition that dates back to time of
Thrain the First when he had first brought the dwarves to the Lonely Mountain
many, many centuries ago.
It had been Thranduil who had suggested the ancient ritual as a means to
strengthen the bonds between the two neighboring, but very different cultures.
The newly minted King Under the Mountain had balked at first, but when he had
asked Balin and Ori to research the tradition and had found that, indeed, many
past dwarven kings and their crown princes had eagerly participated, he had
reconsidered. Balin patiently explains to his skeptical king that the act of
the royal exchange between Erebor and the Greenwood had once been common place.
‘What do you mean by liaise? The crown prince of each house is to...’ Thorin
grimaces as he finishes his question, ‘ liaise with the other kingdom’s ruler?
‘
‘Ah..well.’ Balin answers, waving one of his hands in a rolling motion, hoping
beyond hope that his king, cousin, and long- time friend will infer from the
gesture what liaise means in such a situation. Shooting a quick glance to
Thorin’s perplexed face, Balin realizes that no, the dark haired dwarf has no
idea what is meant.
‘Liaise, in THIS context would mean….a close physical relationship.’ The white
haired dwarf pauses to let the words sink in, but Thorin’s brow only furrows
more deeply in confusion. Well, shit, Balin thinks. ‘A sexual relationship.’ He
finally barks in exasperation, throwing up both of his hands. ‘The crown prince
of each house submits…sexually submits…to the other king ‘
‘To Thranduil?! ‘ Thorin exclaims, outraged. ‘Fili will have to bend over and
let Thranduil…’
‘As the elven crown prince, Legolas, will have to submit to you.’ Balin
supplies blandly.
‘That smug, blond fuckwit who pointed an arrow not an inch from my nose?’
‘The very same.’
‘Hmmm…let me think on it.’ Thorin ruminates and strokes his beard thoughtfully.
‘In truth, I don’t know how Fili will react. The lad’s rather…inexperienced
after all.’
After a few weeks of deliberation, the King Under the Mountain, decides that
yes he would very much like to have the cocky crown prince of the Woodland
Realm submit to him, even if it means his heir, the crown prince of Erebor,
would be at the mercy of Thranduil. Balin sends off the requisite raven with a
message to Thranduil of Thorin’s acceptance of the request for a formal royal
exchange between the two kingdoms.
Two weeks later in Erebor
 
After a light meal and a great deal of wine and ale, the two kings and the two
crown princes, retire deep within Erebor to their especially appointed chambers
for the royal exchange, two spacious, conjoining bedchambers with bathing
chambers located within both. Thorin had noticed the tense set to his heir’s
jaw that even the ale had not lessened over the course of the casual meal, but
the dwarven king believes it is just nerves. He had tried to speak to his
nephew several times in the last two weeks to ease any worries the lad may be
having, but Fili had refused to be drawn into any conversation regarding the
upcoming event.
Thorin has long known that the more something is bothering his eldest sister
son, the less the lad reveals, but he is frankly too excited to fret or
overthink Fili’s obvious discomfort once the royals split off, two by two to
their respective bedchambers. Thorin cannot wait to get his hands on the
cocksure elf prince. He trusts Thranduil will not hurt his blonde nephew as he
himself will not hurt nor humiliate the elven heir. This royal exchange is
meant to bring trust and mutual understanding and pleasure between the two
houses.
Thorin reclines on his magnificent bed while the not-so-cocky- now- nor-smug,
blond, elven princeling kneels between the dwarven king’s outstretched legs.
Well, this was certainly a good idea the King Under the Mountain thinks to
himself as Legolas’s smooth, cool hands rub circles over Thorin’s thighs, going
ever higher. The young elf heir looks up to Thorin’s face to gauge the dwarf’s
reaction. Legolas feels completely out of his depth in this situation. While he
is not unfamiliar with sexual relationships with other males, he is totally
inexperienced with dwarves and does not know how the new King Under the
Mountain will want to start things off.
Thorin sees the blonde elf hesitate and decides mayhap the lad needs a little
guidance with where to begin. Reaching for Legolas’s head, Thorin tucks the
silky, smooth hair back behind one pointy ear and then runs his hand over the
back of the elf’s head, and gently, very gently, the dwarven king guides it
towards to his stiff erection.
Legolas’s wicked tongue had just begun to flick playfully along the underside
of Thorin’s cockhead, when a hoarse, strangled cry from the other bedchamber
startles both. Thorin had been so surprised by the unexpected sound that he had
inadvertently yanked Legolas’s head back forcefully by his hair, and the elf
prince emits his own startled yelp of pain.
‘My apologies, lad.’ Thorin murmurs, staring quizzically towards the open
doorway to the conjoining room. A moment later, a clearly shaken Thranduil
appears in the doorframe. Both Legolas and Thorin rise from their bed
instantly.
‘Thorin, a word, please. ‘ Thranduil begins, looking back over his shoulder,
into the bedchamber towards the dimly, candle light room beyond. ‘Your heir
is….’ The elven king trails off and flicks his eyes away from Thorin’s accusing
gaze.
‘Fili is inexperienced, yes. Untouched even.’ Thorin snaps in irritation.
‘No, I do not think that is the problem.’ Thranduil disagrees quickly, looking
directly into Thorin’s angry eyes. ‘I fear his reaction is…’
‘Is WHAT?’ Thorin asks through gritted teeth.
‘He reacts as one who is far from untouched. ‘ Thranduil whispers softly. ‘In
fact, I would say he has been taken by force before.’
Thorin stares dumbfounded at the worried face of the elven king for several
heartbeats before he gathers his wits and barks. ‘That is a load of rubbish. My
heir is simply never done this sort of thing before and has reacted badly. ‘
Brushing past the tall elf, Thorin stomps into the bedchamber to confront his
blonde sister son. By Mahal’s beard, but will he give Fili an earful Thorin
thinks as his eyes search the bedchamber for his nuisance nephew. The sight of
his eldest nephew, shaking and huddled in a corner, attempting to make himself
as small as possible, stops the dwarven king in his tracks.
‘Fili?’ Thorin asks in his deep baritone. Instead of providing his sister son
with comfort, Thorin’s voice seems to make the blonde shrink even further into
himself. Fili’s head turns more towards to the wall, away from his uncle, eyes
closed. The dwarven king blinks in confusion several times. Fili is trying to
distance himself from whom? From him? His own kin? Thorin swallows and tries
again. ‘Fili, answer me. What is wrong, lad?’
He receives no reply from the trembling form on the floor. Casting a worried
glance back to the plantuim haired elven pair hovering at the door, Thorin
cautionly approaches the obviously distressed young dwarf.
‘Lad?’ He rumbles, in a smoothing tone and reaches a hand out to cup the back
of Fili’s head.
‘Noooooo!’ Fili chokes at the contact and presses himself flush against the
stone wall. Thorin is stunned by both his nephew’s reaction and the terrified
look in the lad’s eyes. Holding his hands up in a sign of surrender, Thorin
sits back on his heels to study his heir. Well, apparently, SOMETHING is very
wrong with Fili, but the dwarven king cannot recall a time when the youth would
have had an opportunity to engage in any kind of sexual activity, consensual or
not.
‘Fili, calm down. No one will make you do something against your will. You know
that, yes?’
The contemptuous and scathing look his heir shoots at him knocks Thorin back on
his heels. What is the name of Middle Earth has happened to make his normally
loyal and courageous nephew to cause him to regard his king and uncle with such
utter scorn and disbelief? The dwarf king is not sure he will like the answer,
but the question must be asked and answered.
Sighing in frustration, Thorin draws in a deep breath to begin again, when he
feels Thranduil’s hand touch his shoulder. ‘May I speak to him?’
Truly not knowing what else to do, Thorin nods silently.
‘Fili, when did it happen?’
Fili attempts to choke back a sob and bangs his head back against the
stonework.
‘The memory will forever haunt you if you try to tamp down your emotions and
bury your hurt and pain. Let it out.’ Thranduil whispers as he sits next to the
blonde dwarf and studies his hands. ‘I know. ‘
Thorin looks over sharply at the elf. What in Mahal’s name was Thranduil going
on about? Legolas plops down next to Thorin to gape at his father. The dwarf
king and the elven crown prince exchange a confused look before both turn back
to the elf king.
FIli eyes Thranduil doubtfully for several long moments. ‘You don’t know. No
one knows.’
‘I DO know. I know the pain and the shame.’
The blonde dwarf’s face crumples, and he buries his head in his hands. Thorin
is gobsmacked. Something like that did not, COULD not have happened to his
nephew, not without him knowing about it. Surely, the lad would have confided
in him.
An unpleasant jolt runs through the elder dwarf, perhaps not he thinks grimly.
When had Fili ever come to him with a problem or concern for him to resolve?
While his younger nephew, Kili, often came to him to set things to right, he
cannot call to mind a single occasion when his blonde heir has done so. The
thought makes him slightly sick.
‘Fili, I am here for you.’ Thorin says softly and scoots closer to his
distraught sister son.
Fili barks out a harsh laugh. ‘Since when?’
‘Always…’ Thorin begins.
Seeing the shock in his uncle’s face and hearing the defensive tone in his
voice only enrages the young dwarf more. ‘You must be joking?!’ He fairly spits
at Thorin. ‘You are only concerned if I am not living up to the Line of Durin,
causing you embarrassment in some way. Where were you when that man…’ Fili
trails off, sobs choking his words. ‘You weren’t there when I bled for WEEKs
afterwards. When I had to sleep in the stable because I couldn’t control my…’
‘I know, I do.’ Thranduil interjects and slowly reaches for Fili. Looking up to
meet the elf’s eyes, Fili searches for any signs of deceit or deception. He
finds nothing but immense sadness in the elven king’s expression, and the
blonde slumps forward into Thranduil’s open arms.
Thorin and Legolas are both at an utter loss of what to make of the unusual
pair before them as the young dwarf shakes and sobs in the embrace of the much
older elf who has tears running silently down his cheeks. Without knowing
anything else to do, the King Under the Mountain and elven crown prince of the
Woodland Realm sit quietly until the sobs of the heir of Erebor finally
lessens.
‘Ah…’ Thorin clears his throat. ‘Is there anything we can do?’
Thranduil gives him a wan smile, and Fili hides his face in the elf’s chest.
Stroking Fili’s hair, the elven king continues. ‘You see, if you give voice to
your pain, the shame can no longer have any hold over you. I’ll go first, shall
I?’ The blonde dwarf sniffles and nods. Looking over at Thorin’s and his son’s
concerned and confused faces, Thranduil draws in a deep breath.
‘You see, it was so long ago. I was younger than you are now Legolas.’
Thranduil smiles over at his son’s shocked face. ‘An armed contingent from
Gondor had come to the Greenwood, and…’ He stops to gather his thoughts. ‘And
one warrior had taken an interest in me. Said he liked my smooth, blonde hair.
After the feast my father had thrown for them, he asked to see the royal
stables. He had not believed my father, Oropher, rode an elk.’
Swallowing audibly in the deep quiet of the bedchamber, Thranduil continues
bluntly. ‘He raped me. I spent the next several centuries trying to bury the
memory of his hands, his stinking breath …’ Thorin and Legolas stare open-
mouthed at the elven king.
‘How did you ever forget? ’ Fili asks, a desperate edge to his voice.
‘Once I realized I COULDN’T and SHOULDN’T forget, but to acknowledge the pain
and the hurt and the shame from what he did to me, and realize that I had done
NOTHING wrong, did I begin to heal and to move past it. ‘
‘I don’t understand.’ Fili whispers.
‘You see, I had been so terrified of what my father would think of me if he
ever found out, that he would think me weak or worse, broken beyond repair. I
had been too afraid to speak about my feelings with anyone lest it get back to
Oropher.’ Fili’s eyes dart over to Thorin, and he gives a small nod of
understanding. Thorin feels his gut drop to his boots. ‘But talking about it
and exploring my thoughts and feelings with another, helped me realize that I
was still whole. That man hurt me taking his pleasure from me. He made me feel
helpless and ashamed of my weakness, but I’m NOT. I am strong and I survived.
Once it was no longer a secret, it held no power over me.’
‘To whom did you find that you could confide your secret?’
A gentle smile crosses Thranduil’s face. ‘Thrain the First.’
Thorin sputters in disbelief. Legolas’s eyes scrunch up in confusion and looks
to the dwarven king. ‘Your father?’
‘No, my father was Thrain the Second. Thrain the First was the dwarf who first
lead the dwarves to the Lonely Mountain where they created these mighty halls
of Erebor. He was the first King Under the Mountain. ‘ Thorin explains slowly.
He knows the linage and history of Durin the Deathless and his descendants, but
this is the first he is hearing of the history between Thrain I and Thranduil.
‘When Erebor was being built, my father, Oropher and Thrain I, since they had
neighboring kingdoms, they thought of sending their first sons to each other’s
kingdom in the first royal exchange- to help build trust, understanding, and
cooperation between our two kingdoms. Thorin the First went to the Greenwood,
and I went Erebor.’
Thorin the Second, otherwise known as Thorin Oakenshield, scrubs a hand down
his face. This is a bit much to take in he thinks. ‘So how did the royal
exchange get to include…sexual relations between the kings and the crown
princes?’
‘No better way to be build an intimate bond between the two kingdoms than to
engage in sexual intercourse. That and my father was a horny git, I suppose. He
was the first to propose it.’
‘Aaaannnd, it was during… that…’ At the word that, Thorin makes a hand gesture
to encompass the entirety of the act of sexual intercourse. ‘You spoke to
Thrain the First about your prior experience with the Gondorian man?’
‘Indeed.’
Thorin huffs out a breath. Glancing over at the blonde elf princeling, who
shrugs as it is apparent that this the first time he had heard this particular
story.
‘He was very kind. He did not judge, did not say I should have fought harder…he
just LISTENED.’
Slumping back against the wall, Thorin gazes intently at his blonde heir and
muses. ‘Not a skill I am very good at, I suppose.’ Fili’s blue eyes flash out
to catch Thorin’s for a moment, before he turns away again. The blonde shakes
his head slightly, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips.
‘I am listening now, lad. What happened?’
When Fili hesitates and his gaze flicks to Legolas and back to Thorin, Legolas
begins to stand. ‘Uh…I could leave, give you some privacy.’ The young elf goes
to stand, but Fili’s voice stops him.
‘No, stay…I guess we shall all know one another very well after tonight,
so…stay.’ Legolas eases back down to sit alongside Thorin. The blonde dwarf
draws in a deep breath and wriggles around in Thranduil’s arms until the pair
finds a more comfortable position.
Thranduil smiles encouragingly and Fili begans. ‘It was that winter when so
many fell ill in Erud Luin, you remember?’ The dwarf king nods. He DID
remember. It had been awful, a time of famine and disease and death the likes
of which the dwarves had not experienced since settling in the Blue Mountains.
‘Kili had gotten ill, and Amad was desperate to lower his fever. Oin had run
out of the necessary herbs so you sent me to the village of men to buy or
barter for more. I…I did not have enough coin. ‘ Fili stops and hangs his head
for a moment. ‘I did not know what to do…if I did not get those herbs, Kili
could have died... ‘
Thorin squeezes his eyes shut at the memory of the stern orders he had given
his eldest nephew that day, decades earlier. As with most of the instructions
he issues, he had left no room failure: go to the village and get the herbs. No
excuses. Thorin tries to remember how old Fili must have been at the time, 45
or 50 years old? A young dwarf just into his adolescence. Thorin grimaces at
the thought that he had always expected, no, demanded that Fili act with a
maturity beyond his years. He had just never suspected something so horrible
could have happened to his young sister son.
‘He took me on the floor of his shop. Just locked the door and pushed me down
on the dirty floor. No slick except for his spit.’ The blonde shudders and
begins to cry again. Thranduil holds him a little tighter, but he says nothing.
‘I never had anything hurt so badly. He must have torn something because I bled
all the way home and well into the next several days.’
‘Mahal! How did your mother or I not notice?’
Fili shrugs. ‘You were busy with Kili, I suppose. He WAS very sick and all your
attention was focused on him. I stayed in the stables, because I could
not…control when I voided. ‘ The young dwarf’s voice is a whisper in his shame.
Thorin covers his mouth with his hand and eyes his nephew. He had long known
that Dis, the lads’ mother, had always seemed more attentive to her younger
son. Kili just appeared to need it more, and he demanded one’s time and
attention, but Thorin would have said he was much more even handed with the
boys. Apparently not, he thinks sadly. His elder sister son had not felt that
he could confide in his uncle. The boy had bled, hurt and alone in the stable
rather than come to his uncle, mother, or anyone for help.
‘There is no shame in that, Fili. It is often the case afterwards when there is
no slick to ease the way.’ Thranduil says softly.
‘So…what is like WITH slick?’ The crown prince of Erebor asks, his curiosity
piqued.
‘It is very pleasurable for both parties with proper preparation, of course.’
The elf king assures him and Fili can see from their smiles that Thorin and
Legolas share Thranduil’s opinion on the matter. He cannot image how anything
so painful as what he experienced could possibly be pleasurable, EVER.
‘Would you like to watch Thorin and I…uh…together?’ Legolas asks. He looks to
Thorin to gauge his reaction at the idea. The dwarven king cuts his eyes
sharply to the elf princeling to squash THAT idea outright, thank you very
much.
‘Aye…I would.’ Fili answers quickly. Thorin’s head jerks towards his heir in
stunned surprise.
‘What say you?’ He barks to the elven king.
Thranduil shrugs. ‘I don’t see what it would hurt.’
Thorin drums his thick fingers on his knees for several seconds and sighs in
defeat. He can do this for his nephew; he can demonstrate the proper technique
of fucking one’s partner into the mattress where they both experience maximum
pleasure and reach release. ‘Fine. Let’s get on the bed, then, shall we?’
***** We go slow *****
Chapter Summary
     Thorin and Legolas finish their spirited demonstration. Thranduil
     allows Fili to decide if he wants to continue with the royal
     exchange.
‘And…that…is …how…it…is…done.’ Thorin pants, eyes closed and draped over the
elven prince’s sweaty backside, huffing breathlessly in between each word. The
long dark black locks of his hair contrasting starkly with Legolas’s platinum
blonde hair as the two lie tangled in a very sweaty heap of arms and legs on
the bed.
Fili had carefully watched the spectacle of the dwarven King Under the Mountain
meticulously and properly prepare his elven bed-partner before finally mounting
a squirming and prone Legolas from behind and slowly pushing his erection
inside the young prince of Mirkwood. Thranduil had held the blonde, dwarven
crown prince the entire time, keeping up a whispered commentary of what Thorin
was doing and why. Honestly, Thorin had tried to voice what he was doing, but
once he breached the clutching heat of Legolas’s tight hole, all thought of
words flew from his mind.
Fili peers intently at Legolas’s still form. While it seemed that the elf
prince had thoroughly enjoyed himself, as times begging Thorin to go harder and
he had came in a sloppy mess on the crisp linen, Fili still wants to hear
directly from the one who had been one the receiving end.
‘Legolas? Are you alright?’ The blonde dwarf inquires.
A smile spreads across the elf’s face, but he does not open his eyes.
‘Wonderful. That was a rather fine fuck, master dwarf.’
‘Hmmph.’ Thorin replies and rolls off Legolas to lie on his back. ‘Only, rather
fine, my good elf?’
‘Very fine.’ Legolas assures the dwarf king and turns his head away from where
his father and Fili sit to press a soft kiss on Thorin’s mouth. ‘How about a
bath?’
‘Aye, sounds good. You made a mess of yourself.’
‘I think you had something to do with that.’
Grinning, Thorin answers. ‘Aye, maybe.’
Fili watches owl-eyed as his uncle and the elf prince clamber off the bed and
stagger into their bathing chamber that conjoins the bed chamber. He cannot
remember a time when he has seen Thorin joke and banter with anyone, much less
an elf. Well, Fili cannot say he has ever witnessed Thorin fuck anyone before
either so mayhap that is normal for his usually stoic to the point of
grumpiness uncle.
‘Your uncle DID do a very fine job.’ Thranduil interrupts Fili’s thoughts. ‘He
took very good care of my son. Did you see how much pleasure he wrung from
Legolas?’
‘I saw that Legolas came like a fountain.’
Not wanting to push the boy, but in desperate need to relieve his aching
erection, the elven king licks the shell of Fili’s ear and murmurs. ‘Do you
think you’d be up for a try?’
‘I’m definitely up.’ Fili grins and shivers when Thranduil sticks his tongue
into his ear.
‘If you want to stop, we stop. If it hurts, we stop.’
‘Ok…I will do my best.’
Thranduil does not miss the quaver in Fili’s voice. ‘I will take good care of
you, I promise. I will be gentle ‘
Nodding and turning around so that he is now face to face with the elf king
versus pressing his back into Thranduil’s chest, Fili locks eyes with the elf.
‘Anytime I need to, we stop?’
‘Of course, but I mean to make you beg for me NOT to stop.’ Taking the young
dwarf’s face in his slender, long-fingered hands, Thranduil kisses the boy’s
mouth gently, then his eyes, and back to his mouth. Fili’s mouth opens to allow
Thranduil to push his tongue into his mouth. The pair sits for several minutes
just kissing, Fili’s hands roaming inside Thranduil’s robes to feel his cool,
smooth skin. When his hand rubs over one of the elf’s nipples, Thranduill
groans into his throat.
‘May I take you to the bed, Fili?’
The blonde dwarf only nods and is surprised at how effortlessly Thranduil is
able to stand, burdened as the elf was with the weight of Erebor’s heir in his
arms. Elves, Fili thinks.
Careful to avoid the sticky spot where Thorin and Legolas had previously been
on the bed sheets, Thranduil lays Fili down. Pulling back, the elf king
disrobes quickly. His intense gaze never leaves Fili’s face. He can see
trepidation mixed with excitement clearly in the young dwarf’s expression. Once
he is completely nude, his erection now freed from the constraints of his elven
garments, swells to its full, jutting hardness. Thranduil watches the blonde
dwarf’s eyes as they roam down his long, lean body to settle on his equally
long, lean cock. Fili looks away, but not before the elven king can see fear
blossom in those clear, blue eyes.
‘If you are not ready for this, I understand.’ Thranduil says and eases down
next to the small dwarf. Fili is clearly startled as he is not used to be given
any leeway to decide what he will or will not do. His king and uncle had always
been very strict and demanding on the young blonde so he is a bit nonplussed by
Thranduil’s statement.
‘Hmmm…it’s not that I don’t want to….’
‘Whatever we do, it is absolutely up to you.’
‘Can we go slowly?’ Fili whispers.
‘Of course.’ Thranduil answers softly.
The elf rolls up on his side and props his head on his hand. With the other
hand, Thranduil rubs small circles on Fili’s lower belly. He can feel the boy’s
body jump and twitch under his hand. Fili’s eyes lock once more onto
Thranduil’s. Fili lifts the hem of his lightweight sleeping tunic so that
Thranduil’s hand slips underneath to contact his lightly furred belly.
‘I had forgotten how hot dwarven skin is.’ Thranduil chuckles and presses his
own cool skin against the blonde’s side. He kisses one of Fili’s eyes and then
the other. When the young dwarf reopens his eyes, there is less fear in them.
He is beginning to enjoy the sensation of Thranduil’s hand running over his
body.
***** This should be interesting *****
Chapter Summary
     Thranduil continues to explore Fili's body. Fili likes it.
Chapter Notes
     Good night, has it been a month since I've updated this fic? Shame on
     me. Sorry about that, I have been crazy busy at work. A lot of travel
     and December is the busiest time of the year in hospitals in the
     States. Anyway, this update is short, but I should have a couple of
     weeks to finish this one and start on more.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Thranduil can feel some of the tension melt from the dwarf’s torso. The elven
king can also see the anxious furrow on the blonde’s brow lessen and smooth
away. Drawing in a deep breath, the heir to the throne of Erebor rolls onto his
side to face the elven king and stretches his neck to kiss the corner of elf’s
mouth. Thranduil groans and reaches to pull the young dwarf closer to himself.
Kissing Fili deeply and feeling the dwarf’s mouth open for his tongue,
Thranduil rolls both of them so that Fili is sprawled across his smooth chest.
‘You are wearing too many clothes.’ Thranduil teases as he moves his mouth to
kiss and nip along the blonde’s jaw and throat, his hands rucking up the hem of
Fili’s tunic.
‘Ahh…I guess.’ Fili whispers. He is aroused by Thranduil’s mouth and tongue on
his throat and the tender spot where his collarbone meets his neck, but he is
terribly frightened as well. Since that awful day decades ago, he has never had
anyone’s hands on him in this manner. Erebor’s crown prince had never had
sexual relations with a female or male of any kind, be it dwarf, human, or elf.
‘Does what I’m doing feel good?’ The king of the Greenwood asks noticing when
the dwarf on top of him freezes. Fili doesn’t answer aloud but nods.
‘Should I keep going?’ Thranduil wants a solid confirmation and looks the youth
in the eyes, his hands now still on Fili’s waist.
‘Yes, it feels nice.’
‘Wait until I get down there.’ Thranduil says in a serious tone, and his gaze
flicks down Fili’s torso, then back up to meet the blue eyes; eyes that widen
in surprise and then darken with a sudden spike of arousal.
Seeing that his words have had the desired effect, the elf pushes up Fili’s
tunic and pulls it over the boy’s blonde head. Grasping the young dwarf by his
narrow hips, Thranduil manhandles the sturdy body up so that he can reach
Fili’s chest with his mouth.
Fili has no words for how good the elven king’s lips and wet tongue feels on
his chest and nipples. All he can do is moan and whimper at the new and
wonderful sensation. Thranduil smiles at the little sounds of pleasure coming
from the dwarf. Just wait until I get my mouth on his cock the elf smirks to
himself.
So caught up in themselves, the King of the Woodland Realm and the Crown Prince
of Erebor miss the arrival of a very sweet smelling King Under the Mountain and
elven heir as they return to the bedchamber, fresh from their bath. Legolas
gapes openmouthed at the sight of his father flat on his back, his mouth busy
kissing and licking his way down the Fili’s chest and belly as the small dwarf
seems to be almost being held aloft over the elder elf's head by Thranduil’s
strong hands.
‘Hmmm…this should be interesting.’ Thorin muses. Legolas turns wide eyes
towards the dwarven king, but Thorin makes himself comfortable to settle in and
watch the scene unfold so the young elf shrugs and nestles in next to him.
Chapter End Notes
     Apparently I have a rather large voyeurism kink. Who knew?
***** Mahal....! *****
Chapter Summary
     Fili finds out how pleasurable a blow job can be.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As the elven king pushes the dwarven heir further over his head so his mouth
can work ever closer to the laces of the blonde dwarf’s sleeping trousers, Fili
must throw out his hands so that he can brace his upper torso while Thranduil’s
hands keep the boy’s hips hoisted over his platinum haired head. Fili can feel
the silky, pale hair under his palms as the elf’s hair is fanned out flat on
the bedding, but the young dwarf is NOT thinking about the elf’s hair at the
moment. He gasps when Thranduil uses his nose to bump against his erection as
it tents his thin breeches, and his hips buck of their own accord.
Thranduil chuckles, a low, pleased sound, and he meets Fili’s heated gaze and
maintains eye contact with Fili as the elf begins to use his teeth to untie the
laces. Fili whimpers in need. Mahal, but does it feel like his blood will boil
with lust!
Once the laces are undone, the elven king uses his nose again to nudge the
sleeping trousers down, then using one hand at a time, pushes them down past
Fili’s thighs. Fili sighs in relief and his cock swells to almost painful
hardness, but the blasted elf only ghosts his mouth over the pulsing cockhead.
The warm breath on his knob makes the young dwarf shiver and shake, and
slippery, clear precum starts to leak from the tip.
The elven king smiles, but he moves his mouth lower to lave his tongue over the
lad’s heavy, swaying stones. Fili practically sobs in frustration. That wicked
tongue feels amazing on his testicles, but he wants, no he NEEDS, to feel that
wet heat on his cockhead.
‘Please, please…take it in your mouth! Please…I beg you!’ He finally cries out
loudly, plaintively as his hips jerk and stutter helplessly in Thranduil’s
strong grasp. Fili tries, desperately tries to get his cock closer to those
wonderfully talented lips and into that deliciously wet mouth.
Thorin smiles broadly at his nephew’s rather whorish pleading, and the dwarven
king feels his own cock twitch and swell with interest, a fact not lost on the
young elf seated next to him. Dwarves! Legolas marvels, the old goat is already
up for another round!
Thranduil smirks in triumph when he hears Fili’s wanton cry, and he finally
takes pity on the boy. Pressing tiny soft kisses to the underside of the
dwarf’s straining shaft, he works back to the purple cockhead. With a pleased
sigh, he laps at the tender, leaking slit, then takes the entire knob into his
mouth and SUCKS.
‘Ahhhhhhhhhhh… !’ Fili howls, throwing his head back, braids flying.
‘It’s…..nggh… Mahal! Ahhhhhhh ….I’m gonna…gonna….!’ He sobs, attempting to warn
the elf, but when Thranduil does not let off nursing at his cock, he tumbles
over the edge into a blinding orgasm.
Thranduil drinks down the dwarf’s entire, salty load. Once his hips still and
he shudders through the aftershocks of his climax, Fili lets his head and
shoulders slump onto the mattress as he cannot possibly hold himself up any
longer. In fact, his whole body sags, boneless. Thranduil gently lowers the
boy’s hips to the mattress and then rolls him over so that the young blonde
lies sprawled on his back.
‘Good?’ The elven king inquires mildly, knowing the full well the answer, but
he wants to hear the lad SAY it. Unfortunately, the dwarf can only whimper.
‘Well, we’ve just gotten started.’
‘Mahal…’ Fili whispers in stunned awe.
Chapter End Notes
     Another short one, but since I have family staying with us for
     Christmas, I cannot have a wild romp with hubbie so this is all I can
     write for now.
***** Fili, I NEED release.... *****
Chapter Summary
     Thranduil and Fili chat on the bed while Legolas blows Thorin on the
     floor.
Where he lies on the bed, flat on his back in a post-coital brain fog, Fili
starts when he hears a low, rumbling moan coming from the other side of the
bedchamber. Jerking upright, the blonde dwarf looks around frantically. For a
brief moment, he had had an irrational fear that the horrid shopkeeper from
Ered Luin had somehow materialized in Erebor. He huffs out in relief when his
eyes land on his uncle who is reclined back against the wall, eyes closed,
mouth open, dark hair, damp and unbraided, cascading down over his chest and
shoulders as Legolas’s platinum head bobs up and down on his erection.
Thranduil lips twist into a smirking smile. ‘I see Thorin can get another hard-
on within a few minutes. Dwarves!’ He shakes his own platinum locks in
admiration and amusement.
‘What do you mean?’ Fili asks, thinking doesn’t everyone get hard again
immediately after the first orgasm?
With a wry smile, the elven king explains. ‘Well, my young dwarf, you see, male
elves and most men have a refractory period post climax of a couple of hours.
At least, sometimes, several hours.’
‘Verily?’ Fili’s interest is piqued. ‘What about the females?’
Thranduil snorts. ‘With human females, it depends. Sometimes they can orgasm
several times in a lovemaking session or have an orgasm that lasts twice to
thrice as long as normal. Elf maids…’ He heaves a heavy sigh and continues.
‘They don’t seem to experience climax.’
The blonde dwarf’s mouth drops open in surprise and horror. ‘Not at ALL? Why do
they have sex?’ He demands.
‘Well, they don’t... often.’ Thranduil snaps sourly. ‘But if they do, it is
generally in the hopes of producing a child.’
‘Ah.’ Fili says. He can remember Thorin harping to him and his brother at
length about the dangers of laying with darrowdams and the unintended
consequences of bastard dwarflings. But he knew from gossip that darrowdams
also experience intense pleasure from lovemaking just as male dwarves. Not that
he had much believed it; his own single experience having been so painful and
shameful.
Another deep groan draws the attention of the pair of lovers on the bed back to
the pair on the floor. Thorin’s hands tangle in Legolas’s hair as he pumps
himself into the young elf’s mouth. ‘Ngh....can you…ah! The dwarven king drops
his head back and gives several loud grunts as the pleasure overwhelms him
before he can continue. ‘Will…will you… take my load...in your mouth, lad?’ He
finally manages to gasp out and looks down to see the elf’s reaction. Legolas
winks in reply as his mouth and tongue are otherwise engaged at the moment.
‘Thank the maker!’ Thorin bellows, letting his head fall back again against the
stone wall as he spills his semen into Legolas’s mouth and down his slender
throat. Fili watches in wonder as Legolas’ throat works to swallow his uncle’s
release. With a lewd pop, the elf princeling pulls off the dwarf king’s wet
cock and smiles broadly.
‘Fili, I NEED release....’ Thranduil begins, in a whispered voice, palming his
aching erection. The elf does not want to push the boy, but Aule, he needs to
come! His balls are turning blue from lack of oxygen!
‘Ok.’ Fili answers, chewing his bottom lip; but nonetheless, spreads his legs
for the elf.
‘Nothing has changed. We go slow. If it hurts, we stop. If you say so, we
stop.’ Thranduil reassures the young blonde, but he is immensely relieved that
the boy had agreed to continue.
With one hand, the elf lifts Fili’s bottom off the mattress to slide a pillow
up underneath it with the other hand. Then, taking the backs of Fili’s knees in
his hands, Thranduil rubs his thumbs gently into the hot flesh while he presses
the knees wide apart. He bends over the dwarf prince to kiss him all the while.
Fili whimpers nervously into Thranduil’s mouth but lets the elf position him as
he wants.
***** Oh Mahal! *****
Chapter Summary
     Thranduil begins to prepare Fili. Thorin helps keep Fili calm and
     relaxed.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Thranduil marvels at the heat he feels under his hands, radiating through the
young dwarf’s legs, and he shudders in anticipation of what it will feel like
when he buries himself into the lad. Dwarves have an average body temperature a
couple degrees higher than men and several degrees above that of elves. It will
like having sex with someone with a fever the elf thinks.
Grabbing the small vial of richly scented oil with one hand, the elven king
holds one leg of the blonde aloft, keeping the dwarf’s thighs open wide as he
pours oil onto his fingers. He maintains eye contact with the lad as he moves
his free hand down into the boy’s musky cleft.
‘May I?’ The elf breathes. Fili gives him a small nod, and Thranduil uses his
thumb to lightly brush over the dwarf’s entrance. He feels the pucker jump and
flutter under his digit as Fili’s eyes snap shut. He sucks in a deep breath and
holds it, turning his head to face the far wall, his entire body going rigid
under the touch at his most intimate, vulnerable part.
Thorin sees the blonde tense and cease breathing. He moves to help his nephew.
Catching Thranduil’s eye, the dwarf king eases up to the bed. The elf is not
completely sure what Thorin is planning, but he does know that the young dwarf
needs to relax so he returns his hands to run over and massage the tension out
of Fili’s thighs.
‘Breathe, lad.’ Thorin rumbles as he crouches by the bed. His nephew’s eyes fly
open to find his uncle peering down at him. ‘You must breathe and do your best
to relax.’
Thorin’s eyes flick back up to Thranduil’s to ensure that injecting himself
into the elf king’s ministrations to his nephew are not completely unwelcome.
Thranduil gives a slight inclination of his head to reassure Thorin. The dark
haired dwarf’s gaze returns to Fili’s face. Again, Fili nods but does not speak
to let his uncle know that he understands the instructions and is trying to
comply. It breaks Thorin’s heart to see his sister son’s lips tremble as it
dawns on him that the lad is trying not to cry.
‘Oh, lad, I am….’ Thorin croaks hoarsely. ‘I’m so sorry…’
‘Don’t be.’ Fili cuts him off. ‘I learned early on that you would rather I not
come to you with complaints or problems. You hadn’t the time. ’ The words are
spoken in a neutral tone, with no heat or anger in Fili’s voice, but they cut
Thorin to his very soul. How many other times had Fili needed him, and the
youth had not felt welcome to seek out his uncle for guidance or help?
‘Lad?’ Thorin huffs in horror. The older dwarf racks his brain to think of a
time when he had turned away either of his nephews when they were in need of
his time and/or attention. With a start, he realizes that he cannot recall a
single occasion when his blonde heir had sought him out for solace or comfort.
With Fili’s younger brother, Kili, Thorin and Dis had had their hands full of
trying to, on one hand, assuage and sooth the younger dwarf’s insecurities
while on the other, to teach the dark haired lad to control his sometimes
careless impulses and wild temper tantrums. There had simply been no time left
for Fili.
Thranduil coughs softly and eyes Thorin. ‘This is neither the time nor the
place, and this is not about you.’ He whispers. While the dwarf king does NOT
like being chided by anyone, much less a blasted elf, Thorin nods in agreement
and bumps his forehead against Fili’s. The older dwarf pushes the pain down he
is feeling so that he may focus on and help his nephew in this moment.
‘Be that as it may, lad, I am here now and would like to help you through this.
Will you allow me? ’
For the second time tonight, Fili’s mouth drops open in surprise. Clamping it
closed, the blonde give a quick, tight nod of his head and looks to Thranduil.
‘Your uncle is right. Breathe slowly and try to relax. I want to make this good
for you.’
‘Ok.’ Fili answers, and he reaches for his uncle’s hand, drawing in a long
breath. Thorin has never been more grateful in his 195 years for such a small
gesture as his nephew groping for his hand. He envelopes Fili’s hand in one of
his own large hands and uses the other to press gently down on the boy’s
midsection.
‘That’s it, lad. Take deep, full breathes. ’ Thorin encourages his nephew,
climbing onto the bed to curl up next to Fili where he can whisper in his ear.
‘Feel and see how you make my hand go up and down nice and slowly. Keep that
up.’
Thranduil’s reapplies the oil to his fingers and uses his middle finger to
circle the dwarven crown prince’s entrance. He very slowly presses the first
knuckle past the tight sphincter muscle. Fili gasps at the penetration, and his
eyes rove around the bedchamber like that of a spooked pony.
‘You are doing so well, lad.’ The elf murmurs, and his hand stills to let the
young dwarf get used to the intrusion.
‘Aye. You are brave, Fili. So very brave.’ Thorin whispers.
When Thranduil feels the ring of muscle relax slightly from its vicelike clamp
on his digit, he pushes it in further and crooks it to run over the small nub
inside Fili. The boy’s head whips to the side and his back arches
involuntarily. Looking from the elf to his uncle, he gasps. ‘By Mahal’s beard,
what was THAT?!’
‘He found your special spot there.’ Thorin smirks at the elven king.
‘He sure as hell found SOMETHING.’ Fili grinds out but lets out a rapturous
moan when Thranduil’s finger finds his prostate again. ‘Oh Mahal….Oh Mahal…’ He
can feel his stones tightening again for another release.
Thranduil draws back his middle finger ever so slightly and uses the
distraction to add his index finger into Fili’s hole.
‘Oh Mahal!’ Fili wails. There is some pain, but also pleasure. He gasps and
shudders as he is dragged from the brink of climax. He begs shamelessly. ‘Touch
me in there again, Thranduil, please.’
‘Of course, my prince.’ Thranduil grins and bends down to kiss Fili’s open and
panting mouth.
Chapter End Notes
     Well, these last chapters have been short and smutty. A little angst
     mixed in with this one. Actually got to over 1000 words with this
     update. Stay tuned, more smut to follow.
***** Stick it in, lad *****
Chapter Summary
     Thranduil fucks Fili and Legolas fucks Thorin
Chapter Notes
     short and just plain smutty
‘Please, please…’ The blonde dwarven crown prince begs as he pants into the
King of the Woodland Realm’s mouth. The young dwarf wriggles his hips in hopes
to cause Thranduil’s long fingers to brush over that spot deep inside him that
had felt so very good. Mahal, the sensation was like nothing he had ever felt
before. Small stars of light had flashed behind his eyes, and it had almost
made him come immediately. He wants MORE.
The King Under the Mountain smirks as he watches the elf kiss and finger his
nephew. Thranduil has his right arm wrapped around Fili’s head, the hand
brushing back the blonde’s sweaty hair from his brow while the other hand
continues to work between the boy’s legs. Thranduil’s body drapes over Fili’s
writhing torso, but he keeps his full weight off the dwarf’s frame. He does not
want the lad to feel like he is trapped.
‘Are you ready, lad?’ Thorin whispers into Fili’s ear.
His nephew does not open his eyes but gasps out. ‘Yes! Mahal, yes! Do it. Do
it, please!’
At Fili’s words, Thranduil lifts himself off the dwarf and pulls back his right
hand to oil up his bulbous, leaking knob and pulsing shaft. The fingers of his
left hand are still scissoring within Fili’s hole. Shit, the elf thinks, I hope
I can get into the boy without blowing my load immediately.
Movement by the bedside catches the elf’s attention and he sees his son
approaching the bed. Legolas has a wide, proud grin on his face. Glancing down,
Thranduil sees Legolas has his own stiff erection in hand. The elf king smiles
at his son’s accomplishment of getting a second hard-on so soon after his first
orgasm.
Thorin also notices Legolas and his erection. ‘Well, well, what have we here?’
He asks in a deep, teasing rumble.
‘Something for you, King Thorin. If you would allow me?’ Legolas asks
hesitantly. He is not sure how the dwarven king will react to his suggestion.
Snorting, Thorin slides off the bed so that his head and shoulders are still
close to Fili, but where his muscular backside is in perfect position for the
elven heir. Looking back over his board shoulder, Thorin answers a question
with a question. ‘what do you think, princeling?’
In a flash, Legolas presses himself up tight against dark haired dwarf’s
bottom. The young elf has to spread his legs apart to make up for the height
difference between himself and the dwarf. ‘Pass him the oil, Thranduil.’ Thorin
chuckles.
‘Mahal, I need to come! Please let me come!’ Fili sobs, grasping Thranduil’s
forearms, pulling the elder elf’s attention back to the writhing, shaking mess
of a dwarf lying under him.
‘Of course, my sweet prince. I will see to it at once.’
Huffing in a deep breath, Thranduil kneels between Fili’s legs and lines up his
erection. Spreading his fingers wide to keep the lad’s rim open, he presses
forward. He withdraws his fingers as his cock slides into Fili’s hot hole.
‘Ahh…ahh…ahhhhhh.’ The elf groans trying desperately to stem his impending
release. He can feel his stones tighten, close up to his body. The heat and
tightness of the dwarf’s clutching insides are about to push him past the brink
into orgasm. Thranduil keeps perfectly still to let the pooling heat in his
loins retreat. It also gives the young dwarf a chance to grow accustomed the
girth of the cock wedged into his asshole.
It seems the older dwarf, Thorin, needs no such accommodation. ‘Stick it in,
lad. Aye, that’s it…’ It had only taken Legolas a few moments to oil up his
cock and push it into Thorin’s ass. The elven father and son roll their hips at
the same time to bury themselves deeper into their lovers. The dwarven uncle
and nephew groan in unison.
***** I finally feel....free *****
Chapter Summary
     The boys finish up. Thranduil and Fili have a post coital chat.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Wanton moans and deep groans of passion and pleasure reverberate throughout the
candlelit bedchamber deep within the mountain kingdom of Erebor. The elven
visitors to the Lonely Mountain pump their slick, long, and lean cocks in and
out of the their royal dwarven hosts.
The blonde dwarven crown prince gasps and clutches wildly at the elven king’s
smooth chest and biceps as Thranduil’s thrusts gently but unbearably deep
within his channel. Fili whips his head from side to side and moans like a
tavern wench. The young dwarf’s uncle, the King Under the Mountain, smiles down
at his sister son’s flushed face as a steady stream of incoherent sounds fall
from the lad’s lips.
‘Is it good, lad?’ Thorin teases, but before he can hear Fili’s unintelligible
response, Legolas bucks his hips extra hard to bury himself extra deep within
the dwarven king’s own channel. ‘Oh Mahal…yes…just like that!’ Thorin exclaims.
Thranduil had been trying to restrain himself to keep from unintentionally
hurting Fili, but the dirty sights and sounds of the masculine bodies slapping
together make his hips piston desperately in and out of the boy’s hole. The elf
grasps Fili’s rigid and heavy shaft firmly in his left hand and adjusts the
angle of his thrusts just slightly to bump Fili’s prostate with each downward
push.
For the rest of his days, Thorin will SWEAR that his blonde nephew levitated
off the bed for a moment, his spine a taut bowstring, mouth a gaping and
gasping maw before the dam broke, and the young dwarf’s cock unleashed its
load, spewing a copious amount of semen all over his roiling and spasming
abdominal muscles. Then like dominos, the others follow the blonde heir into
their own climaxes in rapidfire succession.
When the grunting, groaning, and panting finally eases off and the labored
breathing of four virile males subsides, the elves withdraw their wilting cocks
from the molten and heated forges of the dwarves . Thorin has his eyes closed
and he slumps over the bedside, resting his torso flat on the bedclothes. He
reaches out blindly to feel for his nephew. His eyes fly open when his fingers
feel Fili’s chest shake and tremble uncontrollably.
Propping himself wearily up on his elbows, Thorin peers down worriedly at the
lad. Thankfully, Thranduil had anticipated Fili’s reaction to his first
consensual sexual experience and the first time another had touched him since
that day decades ago. The boy’s emotions are overcoming him just as Thranduil’s
had after his first time with Thrain the First centuries earlier. Pulling the
young dwarf up and into his arms, Thranduil cradles Fili’s head with one hand
and rubs circles on the lad’s back with the other.
‘Hush…it is okay. That man can NEVER hold sway over you again. You have come
through to the other side.’
Fili’s whimpers turn into full throated sobs and he buries his head into
Thranduil’s neck.
‘Mahal! I thought he would be….better.’ Thorin trails off lamely, looking on in
confusion.
Thranduil’s eyes flash over to Thorin’s blue ones. ‘He is just fine. A bit
overwhelmed at the moment is all. Let him have a minute to fully process all
his emotions.’
Thorin has had just about enough of getting scolded like an some errant child
from the elven king, thank you very much. His eyes narrow, but before he can
unleash on Thranduil, Legolas comments mildly on the sheer filthiness of the
bed linens. The young elf suggests that he and Thorin retire to the other,
completely unsoiled, bedchamber while Thranduil and Fili have an opportunity to
themselves and to possibly bathe.
‘Very well.’ Thorin grumbles, eyeballing the elf king, but he sees the sense in
the elven heir’s suggestion. The bedclothes ARE in an unspeakable state, Thorin
thinks, and he can feel the heavy pull of the need for sleep in his very bones.
‘Very well.’ He repeats and straightens to head to the other bedchamber.
Legolas follows, leaving Thranduil and Fili alone in the bed.
Once the dwarf’s tears had dried, and he sits, huddled in the elf’s embrace,
Thranduil gently inquires. ‘How are you feeling?’
A shrug is the blonde’s only answer.
‘Come now…give voice to what you are feeling. It will help.’ Thranduil prods.
Looking up through his eyelashes, Fili shrugs again, but does attempt to make
sense of his confusing and conflicting emotions. Turning his gaze to his hands,
he tries to explain.
‘I….it…uhm…’ Fili falters but rallies as his thoughts gain cohesion. ‘I had
thought sex would never… could never be good. I had been convinced it would
always hurt after what…..after what he did to me. ‘ The boy peers up to see if
the elf understands what he is trying to say.
‘Did I hurt you, lad?’ Thranduil asks softly.
‘Mahal, no! I mean, it burned a little when you first pushed in, but then it
felt good. So VERY good. It was amazing.’
‘Do you regret what we did?’
‘No! Gods, no! ‘ Fili exclaims, shaking his head. Then a horrifying thought
occurs to him, what if it had been bad for the elf king? ‘Do you?’ He asks in a
small voice.
‘Regret it? Are you joking? I had to struggle to control myself. You felt so
good. So hot and tight. Lad, I had to tamp down my peak the entire time to keep
from coming too soon. ‘
‘Really?’
‘Yes.’ Thranduil answers firmly, smiling warmly. ‘That and the wanton moans and
little whimpers you kept making, had me on the edge of orgasm the whole time. I
cannot ever remember having such an intense climax.’
Blushing to his ears, Fili mumbles shyly. ‘You are just saying that.’
‘Nope, one of the best of my entire life.’ Thranduil assures the young dwarf.
‘Me, too.’ Fili hesitates before continuing. ‘And Thranduil, I finally feel…
free. Thank you.’
‘It was my pleasure. And I mean that wholeheartedly!’ Thranduil laughs. ‘I am
SO glad that I could help lessen the burden of those memories of hurt and shame
you’ve had to carry for so long. How about a hot bath and then some sleep?’
‘Aye. ’ Fili murmurs happily.
Thranduil scoops up the blonde and carries him to the bathing chamber. Hmmm,
the elf thinks to himself, I rather like toting this small, endearing, little
lad about. I could get used to it, indeed.
Chapter End Notes
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